Christmas kitten!!

Well, she had to do it, didn't she?

Ma went into Wilkos and bought some cheap tinsel and a Santa kitty costume from the RSPCA charity shop. Of course, it's not my style at all, and although I tolerated the silly cape, I pont blank refused to wear the ridiculous Santa hat. I have standards, and no matter how many tuna treats I was offered, I did my kitty-reverse-gear to rid myself of the daft appendage.

Nevertheless I was coerced into having my photo taken, still licking my lips from the overflowing amount of treats (bribery) and I heard a rumour that I now feature on Ma's personalised photo upload Christmas card box set.

Deep joy.

Anyway, even though Ma was away for Christmas she has a lovely kind friend called Kay who fed me and Sarnie over Christmas and we even had tinned salmon on Christmas day!!

Much love and bunny kicks!

A fully recovered and neutered

Bacon X

Hey look at this mancat! Bacon unfazed by castration

Well, V-E-T made me yowl all the way there in the car, Pa said I was trembling when they took my hearbeat. I am not agressive, just bouncy and confident, but this knocked me sideways. Caged for a while I was crying, wondering where I was, lots of calls from other cats, next thing I was being shaved on my arm, and I was asleep.

I woke up, a bit sore "down there" - Pa collected me and I yowled all the way home (2 streets)

As soon as I got home, Sandwich was about - YAY - time to chase!! Pa also treated me to a play session where he worre gloves and I bit them good and proper.

Ma came home, and fussed me, I had tinned tuna, and lots of love, but I really wasn't in the mood, I wanted to play play play! Where's that other cat? I'll get her I will.

Ma went shopping today at the PDSA and bought a water fountain. I loved it, Ma plugged it in and showed me it, I had tones of fun pawing the water stream, I am fascinated. I really don't drink water, I am special and I have goat's milk which is lactose free. Sarnie drinks water but she looked at it as if it was an alien construction.

Here's a photo of me getting my paws wet

Neutralise!

Ma keeps saying the V-E-T word this week, and that's OK, every time I go visit the V-E-T there's always a can of tuna at the end of the visit.

I miowl all the way there in the car, and miowl all the way back, but that's only because Ma plays Radio One in the car.

I am going to get neutered in Friday, I hear keywords such as "spraying" "unwanted kittens" and "straying from the house". I dunno. Everything excites me at the moment, I am fighting with Sandwich more, and my teeth draw blood in times of play with toes, feet and hands. The cries of Ma an Pa excite me to a different level, my shoulders have filled out and I am developing muscles.

My healthy appetite has made me fill out, I am a sleek and handsome young mancat, but my cute kitten face and demeanour still plays like a kitten with toys and toes under the duvet. I have a particular fascination for shoelaces and have recently been playing a game with Ma, where she throws a soft red ball up the stairs, I carry it in my jaws, down the steps and drop it at her feet (apparantly like a Dog, whatever that is) I love it when Ma takes the red ball and throws it back up the stairs, so I can carry it back down again for another throw.

In the mornings I like to cry to Ma in a baby miaow, again and again, I am crying for attention. I cry so loud Ma shouts at me to shut up, I bet I wake her up, because I jump on the bed, delerious another day has begun for my loves, and strokes, and attention. The cry works every time, Ma can't resist it (ha ha ha I have her right where I want her)

Pa came home today, cold, with gloves on, he scratched my ears until I went beserk, killing the glove thing, but it didn't hurt him so he didn't stop for ages. Then he left the glove things on the stairs and when he had gone, I killed them both. Proper kitty backfoot bunny scratches, the works. I don't know why he didn't shout in pain.

Anyway, Ma came in from work, she catches the train to and from work, she took her boots off and they were warm and smelled warm, and the laces were great!!

Ma says I won't be able to blog for a week while I recover (from what?) so here's a photo of me and Ma's boots. Notice I pose for the camera every time now. I know what the flash means ;)

Growing so fast

I have grown into a routine now, and I am learning new things regularly.

I have learned that when I bite toes, or launch into Ma's hand, that a blow on the nose makes my eyes wrinkle and I stop what I am doing. So it's not often I bite now, Ma says my teeth are getting very big and sharp and playtime should not hurt, I should know when to stop because I am hurting.

I don't bite Sandwich, though, quite frankly little-miss-hissy-boots has got a very scarey growl, and she has boxed me hard a couple of times, so I am just contect with teasing her by running past her, faking like I am going to launch an attack. This is funny as she falls for it every time and goes into defence mode, but by the time she has hissed or growled, I am too far away to be boxed.

In the mornings I wake Ma, not by biting toes or fingers, but by sitting close to her head and purring. She opens her eyes and stretches to stroke my head and my ears. I like that, I have discovered, these little loves make me purr and rumble with pleasure and I feel good.

Ma then goes to the bathroom where I like to stalk her as she sits on the loo, sometimes I like to curl up on her bare feet, but she never has time in the morning to sit still for long, there's breakfast to serve, and work to be done.

Every morning I eat with Sandwich now, she tolerates me but only because there is food present. Last week I wrapped both my arms round her neck as she sat miaowing for food, desperate to get her attention. Shockingly, she ignored me, she was so focussed on Ma getting her sachet of kitty meat open, I don't think she even noticed.

I have destroyed all the toys that have been bought for me, my favourite was some real fur like a mouse on the end of some elastic on a wand. I have proper destroyed it, kicking it with my back feet and biting it as it flies past my head. Pa is best at these games as he really winds me up and I don't know where I am, just in a frenzy to catch that mouse dangling and dancing in front of me. When I do catch it, I try to keep it and kill it as fast as I can, before it's whipped away again into the air.

Now it's the end of summer there are a lot of moths outside at night, Sandwich and I have an agreement. She goes out, does all the hard work catching a moth, and brings it in through the catflap with a peculiar loud 'Mio-Woll' which means she has bought Ma a gift. Ma usually rewards her with a titbit of ham, which she is overjoyed at. The best bit is, she forgets the moth which means I can pick it up, play with it, kill it and eat it. I have had a moth nearly every day for the last 2 weeks! Ma says I am a Good Boy as it means she doesn't have to get a tissue and throw it in the bin.

This morning Ma said how big I was growing, I am nearly as tall as Sandwich now, at only 6 months old, I am a healthy eater and my coat shines like Black Beauty. I enjoy being out on the street and greeting the passers by, who stroke me and tell me how handsome I am. This pleases me and I enjoy the attention.

Ma bought some catnip home yesterday, and poured it into an old sock and knotted the end. For some reason I find it hypnotizing so I think I'll go and throw that around the room for a bit. I hear there's roast pork for dinner today, I can't wait!

Magical Kitten paws come from nowhere.. video

Bacon the jumpin bean kitten - sorry for laughing so hard!

R.I.P. Geddy Bear

This is a one-off post to indulge myself in some sad, sad memories of my long-time companion Geddy (A.K.A. The Bear)


I rescued Geddy as an 8 week old kitten from the R.S.P.C.A. in 1994 and he understood me in more ways than I imagined. On a couple of occasions in really low times of my life, and I was crying and crying with despair, he would come up and miaow loudly and offer himself for a cuddle and purr to comfort me.


He knew right from wrong, he could open doors (but never shut them behind him lol) and understood my commands of 'come' and 'go away' and 'good boy' and 'bad cat' (usually when he was ripping upholstery to shreds to get attention) He knew the sound of the fridge opening, the smell of a tin of tuna being opened, and could predict the minute when I was coming home.


Geddy loved boxes, feathers, string, he loved being picked up upside down and LOVED being groomed as a long haired domestic he would get groomed very regularly. He likes to sleep at the end of my bed every night, he would talk to me in demanding meows when hungry, when he bought in mice or moths his miaow was different. He liked to eat grated cheese, beaten egg and cheese quavers (?) and loved games of toes-under-duvets and fingers-through-banisters.


Happy with being picked up, and flicking his tail on your arm whilst you lay in bed, he only bit me once in sheer terror when moving house, as soon as he saw he had bit me, his eyes grew big, and he submitted, curling in a ball. I scooped him up, hand bleeding, reassured him, and loved him.


Geddy was also the perfect weather indicator, when it was raining, he would come in and miaow loudly, and deliberately jump on me with wet paws and wet fur. Why me? Always me. Only me. Yes, thank you, I know it is raining now, wet cat. When it was hot and the front door is wedged open he was Guard Bear. If he was in an unusual place he was There Bear. If he was on the duvet, and it needed to be pulled up, he was a Travelling Bear. If he went backwards he was a Reverse Bear.


The Bear. I loved him so much.


Sadly, he developed cheek cancer, which was very aggressive, and the tumour was the size of a bottle top, as his long fur hid it for months, then he started to dribble and not eat food. I thought it would have certainly spread to the brain. He spent so much time sleeping and not knowing what to do. Playtime halted. 

It must have been so painful, but he never miaowed. The time came when he wouldn't eat tinned tuna or fresh chicken breast. What cat would refuse that? Losing weight rapidly, I called the v-e-t and instead of distressing him with travelling, the lady v-e-t came to my house and set him free from pain.


It was the most dignified of exits and he was a Very Good Boy.


I just wanted a web page where I could view the photos I took and this is it. No more Geddy webpages but I hope there is internet access is Cat Heaven. R.I.P. Geddy 2008

Kitten gets stranded on garage roof Next Door

Ma scoops me up and puts me in my favourite shoe box, I am too big! The red kitty ball and string keeps me happy on my back like a baby. Ma kisses my furry round belly and mumbles human words, and takes a photo with her phone.


Well, I am always waking Ma in the morning. Her alarm goes off at 6.30am, but I can tell the time and wake her up just before this. I am a warm mouth and sheathed teeth around a big toe. Far better than a 'beep' I think. Ma lets me bite a little, I am waiting for the cry of forbidden land (I know I'm not allowed to bite toes but I still do) the cry of "NooO!" from Ma,, follwed by a "ShhhH" noise. This means I have gone too far....


I am biting Ma's toes, leaping up the corner of the bottom of the bed, my head underneath the duvet: I know the toes are in there somewhere!


Ah - toes .. found them. Now bite them, when I bite them I get played with, the feet shuffle wildy (and you know how much I like feet) game on! I bite harder and just to add effect, I wrap my arms around the feet. Not Letting GO


Ma pulls her feet deep in the duvet, in a foetal position, toes out of reach. Well, job done as a bitey alarm clock - I'm going to go out my kitten door in the kitchen to play outside.


Ma gets up at half 6, in the meantime I have been round the front of Next Door and (it gets sketchy now) got on a really high roof of Next Door's garage. Ma has 5 minutes before catching the train, and had already put the 2 bowls of breakfast out. Sarnie had chowed down, I was still outside.


I heard Ma shout, but she was at the front of the house, I was round the back, I answered "ma-a"". It came out "mew"


I could hear her - "Bacon"
I answered "mew"
Again, and again: "Bacon"
I was repeating myself "mew ma-a, meww"


Finally Ma stopped and listened, and located my cries. There I was, looking down at Ma, I forgot how I got up it was so long ago.


Remember that I have the attention span of a kitten.


Ma walked away, I was thinking "What?" but I remember, it's true, I won't come to my name - only if the person is out out of sight. She means it, she goes back into the house. No? No.... "Meh meow ma-a"


I don't know what to do.
I hear a scrapey sound, just before I see Ma with some stepladders, I watch as Ma gets on the ladder, and I see her arm, her hand, she grabs me by that kitty skin scruff at the back of my neck, I purrrrrrrr with delight when I am popped onto her shoulder.. safe at last.


Ma shows me my kitty breakfast, and runs for the train. I munch away, thinking what all the fuss was about.

Kitten to sleek young cat

Oooh look at me .. so fat and so sleek

My Ma says I am too risky picking fights with all the bigger cats on the street, now I can get out the catflap every day whilst she's at work, I can play, play, play

Sandwich still isn't sure about me, she has somehow figured out that I'm not scarey as I was, and that when I jump on her tail I don't use my claws, I'm, a kitten with all-pounce-and-no-trousers. I just want to play.

I can't wait for the day when we rough and tumble and play proper. I'm sure it won't be long.

Anyway, in the meantime I'll have a snooze, and dream of the things that I can present to Ma. So far I have bought in a wooden peg, and the day after (randomly) an empty snail shell in a sweetie wrapper. I know she loves that.

Kitten Bacon loves string

Every day is soooooooo exciting, anything that moves is fair game for a pounce and a nip, I find walking feet beyond temptation and have to leap at each ankle as feet walk past me.

I have had some big bumps, but nothing serious - Ma keeps giggling and chastising me at the same time, but it makes no difference - I love feet!!

My eyes are still blue as I'm only 6 weeks old, I am being told I am 'Cute Bacon' and I love lying on my back and having my tummy tickled.

I like chasing string!!

Funny LOLcat!

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Kitten Tower

Pa bought a kitten tower from Aldi, I forgot to say I moved out of the spare room after a week, and love to sleep in the same room as Ma n Pa. This kitten tower is positioned underneath the windowsill and I like to run up the tower and sit out on the windowsill and look at everything happening on the street. I do this every day and I absolutely love it. When the bin men come they make a lot of noise and I don't like that and leave the windowsill.

Other things that scare me:

• Aerosols


• Loud vehicles


• Hairdrier


• Vacuum Cleaner


• Sandwich when she hits me for jumping on her tail

Vets again - I can go outside!

There is a photo of Sandwich today.


I had to go to the vets for a second time because my injections to let me go outside had to be in two stages. I miaowed all the way there and all the way back in the car, but was a Good Boy in the vets and didn't make a sound when I had another injection.





I was weighed again and in two weeks I had increased from 2.1 kilos to 2.6, I am very healthy with no fleas and a silky back coat which shines in the sun.





Ma should have waited a couple of days before teaching me to use the catflap, but behind her back I jumped out, following Sandwich into the back yard. Easy! I chased her around the drive, she's still very grumpy and growls and spits at me even just by looking at me. I don't care, I chirrup asking her to play again and again, and all she does is run away swearing with cat words.


Well look at me, I can play all by myself just fine. The wind is swirling dried leaves around the yard, and I have a ball of a time chasing them and killing them with my little paws. I stay outside in the sun for half an hour before Ma calls me in for dinner and kitty milk.





I'm growing up very fast!

Vets and catflaps

Oh why is it that Sandwich can go out the little cat door in the kitchen door, and I can't?

It looks brilliant out there, and I keep trying to follow Sandwich as she goes out the catflap. Ma says I can't go outside without a visit to the vets.

We went to the vets a fwe days later, I weigh 2.1 kilos and had my first injection. I didn't notice really, it didn't hurt and I didn't miaow at all. I only miaowed all the way there in the car, and all the way back. I don't like the kitten carrier. I want to get outside!

Pa gave me tinned tuna when I got back, already I had forgetten all about the cat carrier and the vet. I had some kitty milk and fell asleep for the afternoon.

Scaredy Cat

Today I met the other cat on the household again. She is a big cat, 6 years old and her name is Sandwich.





Ma thought it would be funny to name me Bacon, clearly.





Sandwich came in the bedroom where I was playing on the duvet with Ma, she jumped up and saw me, then hissed really loud. I was fascinated, but not scared. I jumped towards her, asking her to play with little chirrups of delight - a new playmate!





Sandwich ran away. She ran away real fast, hissing and growling. What's wrong with her I just want to play?

In the meantime, I'll stretch and have a nap. Do I look like Superman?

Bacon the Kitten video

Click the link below to see a video of me running around the house inside a small tent..

Pop up tent fun!

Kitten's first week at new home

Bacon here again. I have learned my name by repetition from Ma. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon.

Ma goes to work, but in the morning she comes up into my room and fills my kitty milk. I am not too sure about solid food, so I drink more than I eat. Lapping milk was difficult, at first I pawed it with my kitten paw, then sniffed, then licked a little. I got used to it within a short while.

Ma would come home at lunch, to put on the small TV for background noise, and to play. We would interact with newspaper shreds and balls of paper. The toys that Ma bought were uninteresting to me. I loved an empty cardboard box with shredded newspaper strips. Reminded me of chasing ickle things in my caravan.

Bacon Kitten - 1st week in a new home

Well, my new Ma bought me home in a cardboard box and a blanket.

I was maowing all the way in the car, I was one of 9 kittens, we all looked the same, why did she pick me? Where are all my brothers and sisters and friends and Real Mom?

I had a crowded existence in a disused caravan in a field on a farm in Somerset.

Now what is happening?

I am put in a spare bedroom with my box and blanket, toys, food and kitty milk. I hear a cat enter the room whom I don't know. She smells my scent and hisses loudly and exits. I feel alone.

My new Ma gets into the spare bed and spends the first night with me, I am confused, yet excited about my new surroundings, I play until 3am then drop off to sleep in a corner.

New kitten is born - Bacon 2009

Hello

It's been 15 years since my owner had a kitten and she has experienced things that were forgotten and rediscovered the delights and frustrations of inviting a new kitten into your home.

This blog is for the purpose of sharing experinces and advice with regards to making kittens like me happy and fulfilled.

Also, this will contain tips on how I got litter trained (I was a farm kitten born in a disused caravan with a flat tyre in a field - I had no clue why it was wrong to pee on a duvet)

With love and ickle bites and backfoot scratches

Bacon the Kitten